Assailed by his nun and consort, Konrad had no room for respite. And as Blood Nether single-handedly made a mess of her bed, consort and nun made a mess of Konrad's throne. Moon's crotchless panties covered nothing, letting her love juices drip unceasingly. But though more modest, the Warden didn't have it much better as her undergarments struggled to restrain her juices.
Of course, to no avail. Konrad relished in the sensations, indulging in the efforts of their greedy tongues and lips as they took turns around his cock and balls. Soon, their orderly coordination grew more frantic, making nun and consort compete for every inch of Konrad's rod. They worshipped it, they worshipped him, even if they didn't know they did.
And though he could have grown a second one, Konrad abstained, letting their greed-driven competition carry on before his icy-blue gaze.
*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*
